I sat down on a wooden bench in the farthest corner of the park. I looked down at my hands. They’d gotten wet wiping off my tears.
‘Hello,’ the voice emerged out of nowhere. I looked up.
There stood a tiny boy a few steps away, ‘did someone break your toy?’ He frowned.
I forced a smile, ‘I myself am broken,’ and sniffled hard.
He scrunched his nose, ‘even my most favorite toy is broken…so what?’
He added with a grin, ‘maybe you’re also God’s favorite toy…,’ he turned around and ran away into the dark.
Written by Chirasree Bose for A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017( a story with a lesson in it)